A Good Sense Of Humor Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

We look at life as a routine clown show, Slipping on banana peels that we throw; Clothing in mismatched socks of hope and sin, Mirror laughs back with toothpaste on the chin. We discover that joke requires balance, Fixing the glaring lamp of limit's glance; In slippers, we walk the tightrope to sink, Accepting discord of life with a wink. We watch humor's wonder in the mundane, Finding pleasure in the cake’s crashing main; Light slipping through the blinds as a joke's face Affirms how humor creeps into dull days. Life uses the silly to frame the truth, The absurd softens the bite of a tooth.